Life threw a couple of really nasty curve balls over the weekend, leaving me crying, throwing tantrums, and just feeling absolutely down to the ground. It took many days before I can finally start filling this space again. But knowing that I’ve made myself promise to write more, I thought it best to break things…

Hey, there. Journal, virtual space stamped with my mark—diwa. How heartwarming yet melancholic this feeling of re-entering what was once an intimate and frequented space. I’ve been silent, and have chosen silence, since Ama’s passing and the arrival of our two new furry family members. Time, physical energy, mental strength were not on my side…